Classic Poem

Distil not poison in mine ears,
Aërial sirens, nor untie
These sable fetters! Yonder spheres
Dance to a silent harmony.

Could I but follow where you lead,
Disrobed of earth and plumed by air,
Then I my tenuous self might spread
As quick as fancy everywhere.

But I'll make sallies now and then:
Thus can my unconfinèd eye
Take journey and return again,
Yet on her crystal couch still lie.